The days when no one cares are the torment day and night, the lonely and silent waiting, and the expectations of youth.
In the dark night, the young man leaned in front of the window, the moonlight reflected on his body like a silhouette, and countless memory grids pieced together the past...
Someone once asked Jiang Yiyi which year had the coldest winter. He just smiled and didn't give any answer. But if he had to give an answer, it must be the year he left.
Intention: On the way home blocked by smoke and fog, we will eventually surround each other with warmth